Random, semi-drunken thoughts at 11:40 pm on a Sunday. I’d usually still be out.

Growing up I wanted to be Spiderman and have the ability to crawl up buildings and swing through the city on webs of silk. Secretly, I would tie a bath towel around my head for hair and pretend to wear golden, bullet reflecting bracelets, throw a magic lasso and fly in an invisible jet.

What I want now is a little ESP.

Regardless, ever meet anyone whose smile will suddenly make you forget what you were just about to say?

I had a pretty good day, riding my new bike around the city, being stopped by a local artist to talk about riding track bikes in ‘such a dangerous, urban environment,’ and being able to brag about my cycling injuries. I had an even better evening though.